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Dear Papa,
I have recently discovered a confusing truth. One I cannot simply brush aside. Forgive me, dear Papa, I wish to be good, for a good girl you have taught me to be. You see, I came across a collection of letters, Old-fashioned, 2D letters; In one I found dear Mama's writing, In another dear Uncle's answer. Now my question is, dear Papa; Where do you come in?
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